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[He considered making this a voice or a text entry on the network for the sake of avoiding... well, people - but ultimately that would raise more questions with those who know him. Civilian clothes, calm demeanor, utterly meaningless political smile.]

I hope you're all faring all right with the changes in our environment and the requirements that puts on its population. I'm used to rationing, but I understand that it's probably and adjustment for those of you that are not.

Peggy and I had an idea about that - we wanted to see if there was any interest in a communal pot luck, periodic until things normalize.

Additionally, we wanted to see what people thought of a resource pool of food and nonperishables held in the... should I just call it a community center? That's how we'd like the space to serve during peacetime.

Um. [A small laugh.] Sorry, I lost my train of thought. As I was saying, we'd like to work on what amounts to a food bank for the duration of the rationing and possibly longer, if it proves useful and necessary. Donations are of course encouraged, particularly from those whose enterprises are not as effected by the restrictions currently in place.

[The empty warmth briefly dissipates, leaving Steve militant all out of proportion to what he says next.] To pre-empt those who think it's naive, ill-advised, et cetera, we would be monitoring the intake and distribution of goods to ensure that no single party exploits the generosity of contributors. I think as a charitable model it's a good one.

[He clears his throat and settles back in his chair.]

I'm not much good with plants, but if we could get space on the roof of the building, it might do some good to have a garden up there as well.

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Sir. I would like to discuss, in person and at your earliest convenience, a potential threat to the safety of the Foreigner population. And also inquire after the well-being of Miss Namorita Prentiss, who you have in custody.

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[Done. He switches off the console and tilts his head back, inspecting the ceiling of the apartment with one of those vague and pointless realizations regarding how few people ever look up.

He scrubs his face with both hands and gets up, going to the kitchen to wet a cloth and press it against his face, then neck, mentally reciting passages from the books he'd read before Keeliai and snatches of songs to try and keep his thoughts from going back to the lab Natasha described and its contents. It doesn't work especially well.]

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[He dials back the hostility, silently scolding himself for thinking Superman would ask out of anything but the same concern that prompted the idea in the first place.]

Thank you. My biggest concern at the moment is storage - if you have ideas on that front, I'd be happy to hear them.

Not something I can think about right now but I will keep it in mind. Maybe we should keep a list of people who could use food the most though- speedsters and the like?

That's a good idea - the list.

Is everything all right?

Yes, there's a couple of them complaining about it so I thought it could be useful. We'll have to be careful in case some of them fake but I doubt anyone would do that while there are such strict restrictions- [Kal blinks, not expecting the question.]

Yes? As all right as it can be in this situation. Why?

You said it wasn't something you could think about right now - it just. Seemed like something else was on your mind.

It's... [He bites his tongue before he says 'nothing, don't worry about it' like he always does. This is Steve. He's showed up and down that he can be trusted, in all the possible ways. He saved Clark Kent's life during the zombie apocalypse, didn't he?]

Could we maybe talk face to face? I understand if you are too busy, this can wait.

[Oh. Well, then. This has to be something important.]

No, I can make time. If you wouldn't mind coming to my building?

[Because 1) waiting on message from Evandau and 2) he knows there are no bugs.]

[Kal nods, he couldn't really invite him to his house anyway. It is Clark Kent's house after all.]

I won't take much of your time, I assure you. Is now alright then?

Of course. Should I leave the window open? [IT WOULD BE A JOKE IF HE WASN'T SO USED TO PEOPLE NEEDING IT.]

Please and thank you. [Yeah the joke was. Kind of lost on the way.]

[Steve gets up from his station and opens the window as requested, letting Peggy know they have an incoming guest where she's stationed in one of the other rooms. Steve draws the door shut to give Superman privacy - not that Steve himself won't tell Peggy everything later, but he knows the value of being comfortable when speaking to someone.]

[Kal is entering the room by crossing the window by the time Steve closes the door. Kal doesn't mention it, simply giving him a gentle smile that (he hopes) tells him he appreciates it.

Kal himself tells everything to his wife, and he wouldn't be surprised to know Steve did the same with his girlfriend. They are both loyal men, and if Steve trusts Peggy Kal trusts her as well.]

Are you sure I'm not bothering?

Not at all. [He crosses his arms and rests his hip against a counter in the kitchen area, rather than taking up his usual 'at ease' position. He's too riled to take that kind of pose right now.] What can I do for you?

[The smile is quick to leave his lips as soon as they get straight to business.]

Have you heard about the cloning facility?

[A grunt.] I saw the network announcement, and I followed the discussions in it that I could.

[He sighs as he rubs the back of his head, unsure on how to word it.]

My cousin was with the one that found it. And she claims she saw... her own clone with them. She thinks she might be a clone now.

And I'm... not sure if she's wrong.

[A long pause, an obvious conclusion.] You mean you think we are. That we all are. What, that they... stockpile us down there? Or did?

Yes and no. There were... clones made from me in the past. It didn't work out. [Bizarro was a constant pain on the- yeah, he wasn't fun to deal with. He also doesn't add that once they tried with human DNA into the mix it actually did work out because that would open a whole new can of worms.]

So until proven otherwise I'm pretty sure we're original ones. But what if... once we die, we are brought back as those shells? People died during the zombie incident, and then they came back.

Maybe... [He looks away, his voice kind of breaking and unable to go on. Dick died. If what he's suggesting it's true...]

Maybe? [Steve prompts him to go one without comment. He knows what Clark is angling toward, what he's concerned about, but having the man voice it is important.]

[He gulped.] Maybe once we die, we are replaced by one of those shells.

[He can't deny the possibility. The very likely possibility. It makes sense, in everything from the newcomers and the resurrected being pulled from the water to why there was a barrier around the clones in the first place.]

Maybe. [He thinks immediately of Clint, Shifu, Asami, down inside that hidden lab. Shells.] Maybe we've been them the whole time. What does it change if that's true?

I don't know. [He admits, because he's decided to be hones with Steve and that's going to work if they don't start really sharing what they think, the theories they get out of this.]

Maybe it doesn't change anything but maybe it changes everything. If we become clones when we die does that mean we truly died to begin with? If we are clones when we come here will we even have a place to go back to?

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